New entertainment is excreting on NYC’s Upper East Side ladies. A book considers them monkeys, apes, baboons, using the word “primates.” Now comes Bravo’s TV series “Odd Mom Out” about designer strollers, cutthroat kindergartens and Birkin bags outweighing diaper nappies.

Jill Kargman: “I wrote this 10-episode series, which we shot in four months last fall. I’m no stranger to this life. I’m from here. Live here. I don’t drive. I can’t live anywhere else. I know about excess and f - - ked-up lives.

“Like one momzilla episode, where I’d actually seen four Filipino nannies, real nannies who said they can’t wait to watch the show. Like someone seven months pregnant, anorexic, eating half a grapefruit. Little blond girl in pigtails speaking Mandarin. Hedge funder saying this is the wave of the future. Babies fresh from the womb playing the violin. It’s really a love letter to New York.”

Kargman’s father was Chanel’s longtime don. She attended boarding school. Her body, slimmer than my nostril, was in custom clothes. Shoe size I don’t know, but they weren’t Payless. Hair — professionally brunette. And she says: “I’m used to this s - - t.”

Three beautiful, well-behaved children, and a handsome husband who makes a buck, she’s funny, smart, she knows it, she parades it, she’s a killer writer, and a type to whom deprivation’s only one glass of wine at dinner. Jill Kargman’s ZIP code could not be Sandusky.

“This show wasn’t easy. Up 4:45 a.m., off to the Brooklyn set for a 5:30 shoot, home 10 p.m., and didn’t see my family for four months. Rotating each day, our baby sitter brought one child to dinner with me.”

Season 2’s already plotted. Meanwhile, you can see the current tribulations — discount sales, cheating friends, SoulCycle sweats — on Monday nights.

Going to hell in a handbasket

Excuse me, but what’s happened to our country? Females with hems up to their fallopian tubes, guys with crotches scraping the curb since jackets and ties are only for court-appointed attorneys. Sidewalks so crowded with construction you can’t get crosstown. Crime’s up, manners down, pot’s nice, politicians jailed, celebrities zonked, TV nudity, medics spending 17 seconds with patients.

Bits and Pieces

The good wife Julianna Margulies taking husband on South of France vacation. “The Good Wife” resumes shooting July 15…

Caroline Rhea: “Listen, all us brunettes are blondes”…

Saturday, Four Seasons restaurant, three musketeers dining together: Gen. David Petraeus, Dr. Mehmet Oz, lawyer David Boies. So, either the general needs a doctor, the doctor needs a lawyer or the lawyer’s enlisting.

Beast of a role

Eddie Redmayne, who everyone now grabs for, stars next in J.K. Rowling’s next thing “Fantastic Beasts.” It’s Warners — not that they’re the fantastic beasts or anything…

Everyone know Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are getting their own dolls made in their own images?…

Actually heard at a screening: “My wife always laughs during sex — no matter what she’s reading.”

Odds and Ends

Wednesday, a new Italian restaurant opens, Alta Linea, which means High Line. Opens at the High Line Hotel. The space once was a theological seminary…

Woody Allen off to Russia…

WNET’s gala Tuesday, Cipriani’s, Alfre Woodard honored, Paula Zahn hosts, Yoko shows up and you can pose with a cardboard “Downton Abbey” Lord Grantham….

The 50s, Third Avenue, ex-Florida-Gov Charlie Crist in lock step with a pretty lady in long, flowing skirt.